Bach's old testament lyrics

On March 21st, August 5th, the melody flowing along the banks of the Hessel River in the small town of Eizenakh, in the church of St. Thomas, no one will pay attention to the sound of the organ. Brandenburg Concerto, the harpsichord in the Knee Palace, Bach wrote the law of equality for his livelihood. The moonlight in Weimar Palace is a prelude to chanting. You play the violin gracefully and your beautiful eyes escape from me. I will record our agreed love like Bach, and the memories that the classical piano can't play are like Bach's music disappearing into the sea. I have written for you for hundreds of years, and it is doomed that there will be no ending. You will never understand my heart, and my Old Testament Bible has not saved you. On March 21, 1985, the melody flowing by the Hessel River in the small town of Eizenakh, in the church of St. Thomas, no one would care about the sound of the organ. The Brandenburg Concerto, the harpsichord in the Knee Palace, Bach wrote the law of equality for a living. The moonlight at Weimar Palace is a prelude to chanting. You play the violin with elegant and beautiful eyes, but you run away from me. You will record our agreed love like Bach. The memories that classical piano can't play are like Bach's music. I have written for you for hundreds of years, and it is doomed to have no ending. You will never understand my heart with a pen. My Old Testament Bible has not saved you. The purple wind chimes are swaying outside your window, like the sound that you are ringing in your ear. Will you believe me when I say that my love for you is gone? The letter I wrote for you in the autumn of 28 remembers how much I wanted to meet you. Unfortunately, the Old Testament is meaningless. The memories that classical piano can't play are like Bach's music. I have written for you for hundreds of years, and it is doomed to have no ending. You never understand my heart. My Old Testament has not saved the sound of purple wind chimes swaying outside your window like your crisp ear. I said that my love for you is gone. Will you also believe the letter I wrote for you last autumn? It's a pity that the Old Testament is meaningless.